Today I had an MRIWorst thirty minutes of my lifeHowever, my thoughts strayedFrom corner to corner of my agile mindFrom the beautiful woman in the foyer who spoke about her lifeTo life and its wonders...And the statistics of deathsDuring an MRIIrrational thoughts indeed...But thoughts that are frighteningIn that moment of need.Funny what you think of...When you don't know what's going onWhen you're trapped by a machineWhen you're trapped by life...I wondered...Will they remember me?I remember the woman's fascinationWith my long, golden locksThat touched my hips softly

Ha, at least they'll remember my hair.That's something, isn't it?Being known as the young girl with long, luscious golden locks...If they don't see my writing.It's something.

Before the MRI,They said 'Think of happy things'And then my thoughts wanderedTo you...Your beautiful smileThe way my heart flutters when you look at meWhen you taught me how to danceAnd we flowed on the dance floorWhen I held your handAnd my heart skipped a beatWhen you glanced at meWith such sincerityAnd your name repeating in my head...You, you, you...

My thoughts during an MRIAre oddThoughts of life, thoughts of death, thoughts of remembrance,Thoughts of long, golden hairAnd thoughts ofYou.